Saian Supa Crew — Soldat song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Soldat" by Saian Supa Crew.
Lyrics
Refrain: Soldat, soldat, la guerre est dclare, c’est pour ce soir,
aujourd’hui ni fusil ni religion, simplement les mots et le minimum d’espoir
Souffrir, mourir, quoi a sert si c’est pas sa propre mort a ira
Vicelow:
L’atmosphre est raide, j’ai beau parler sur des riddims, la first couleur reste
red, devant le gun je this «oh no «comme Red Rat
Rattrapez le temps c’est difficile donc j’attends pas d’avoir des rides pour
bousculer les raids de bandits, d’adolescents, c’est bien de crier «l'aide «Mais c’est trop blessant de se blesser entre gars d’homeless
On me laisse tuer mon vis vis, homme de cit: synonyme d’homme en laisse
Ceux qui sont viss c’est ceux qui sont sans visa ceux qui sont sans avis
Donc si t’as le gun je vais pas te dire «vas-y «Y'a assez de nazes qui visent ct je supervise ce que mes soldats soient mes cts!
Sir samuel:
C’est la gurilla, je vois que les troupes se dispersent, et a en bas de chez
moi dans mon porche crasseux
Je vois que les forces et les nergies s’effacent, face aux vritables ennemis,
la lchet a pris place. So
Y’a trop d’anicroches, trop des ntres finissent au poste, dj que l-bas c’est
auch, imagine quand c’est un proche qui fait du tord son propre frre
Le malheur c’est que a arrive de manire rgulire
Feniksi: Noisy Le Sec
Fief du cinquime des membres du S. S. C.,
On se dit «souds «, mais man tu sais ce que c’est,
Victimes et bourreaux viennent de la «tec «et c’est
La «ragla «,
A rgle les comptes, d’ici ou pas de l, tu subis
Si t’y crois pas demain lve toi et drague la rivire en bas de chez toi,
C’est la civire d’un frre d’hier
Trouve-moi une seule «tec «unie, si y’en a n’hsite pas bague-la-acapo
Lyrics translation
Chorus: Soldier, Soldier, War is clear, it's for tonight,
today neither gun nor religion, simply words and the minimum of hope
Suffer, die, what's the point if it's not his own death will
Vicelow:
The atmosphere is steep, although I talk about riddims, the first color remains
red, in front of the gun I this "oh no" as Red Rat
Make up time it's hard so I don't expect to have wrinkles for
busting the raids of bandits, teenagers, it's good to shout "help" but it's too hurtful to get hurt between homeless guys
They let me kill my screw screw, man of cit: synonym of man on a leash
Those who are viss those who are visa-free those who are without notice
So if you have the gun I'm not gonna tell you " go " there are enough assholes who aim for ct I supervise that my soldiers are my CT!
Sir samuel:
It's the gurilla, I see that the troops are dispersing, and a down from home
me in my dirty porch
I see that the forces and energies are fading, in the face of the real enemies,
the lchet has taken place. So
There are too many anicroches, too many ntres end up at the station, dj that L-bas is
auch, imagine when it's a close one who makes a fool of his own brother
The misfortune is that has happened to handle rgulire
Feniksi: Noisy The Dry
Fief of the fifth of the members of the S. S. C.,
We call ourselves "souds ", but man you know what it is,
Victims and executioners come from the " tec " and it is
The " ragla «,
A rgle the accounts, from here or not from L, you suffer
If you don't believe it tomorrow, go and drag the river down from your house.,
It is the civire of a brother of yesterday
Find me a single " tec " United, if there is not hsite ring-La-acapo